#toss portal

[siro-cyll]

"LOOK WHO DECIDED TO PAY ME A VISIT"

[artsymeeshee]

Forlorn

[bluerosefox]

Bellatrix Star

A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.

Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.

Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.

How this was find out?

Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.

When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.

It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.

When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).

This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.

"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."

He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.

"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?

"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.

A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.

Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.

"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 22

Isekai: Portal Shenanigans ~100% silly memes~

Part 1: When will huge field trip fics return from war? + Dum-Dum Danno

Part 2: DPxDC crossover memes: Opening the portal to another dimension could not pass without consequences. Hello, new neighbors.

Not DPXDC crossovers memes next:

Part 3: Conjunction of the Spheres

Simple recipe: Mix superman, white hair, black clothes and mutations. Damn, you got Phantom!

Part 4: You can’t say Isekai without adding Asians to the mix.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Fontaine archon quest has come and gone and I need MORE MOTH sob

NO BECAUSE ME TOOOOOO I NEED FOUL LEGACY TO HAVE MORE THAN LIKE 5 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME AUUGHHHH

imagine if you jumped into the Primordial Sea with the Traveler and Neuvillette, not to fight- the starving narwhal would consume you without a second glance- but because Ajax is in there, Foul Legacy is in there, and you're not about to let them go off and get themselves nearly killed like they have so many times before- honestly, what were they thinking?! your feet land on congealed water with a light splash, everything oozing and swirling and dotted with stars. it sticks to your shoes like gel, and your lip curls in disgust before your gaze wanders to a familiar shape lying in a heap, all violet and charcoal and night-colored with a pop of deep, rusted crimson

Foul Legacy whines as you dart over, gashes and wounds leaking dark, starry blood through his armor and stained on every talon. he claws at the quicksand water, forcing himself to move forward and collapse into your arms with a choked whimper, clinging to you like a lifeline. all you can do is drag him out of range when the narwhal bursts forth from the sea, silently watching the Traveler take up their sword- somehow it's not the most terrifying thing you've ever seen, but being a Harbinger's significant other often means life or death situations. Legacy jolts in your arms every time the narwhal lets out an echoing cry, hooking his claws on the edge of your shirt as he trembles, dry sobs coming from his throat when you kiss his forehead and tell him that everything's going to be alright, your fingers tracing over the rough, worn patches on his palms from days and days of grasping his polearm in desperate battle

[shiftwux]

riveting sequel to "chai playlist cosmetics": evil ai kale cosmetics

[nqn]

its nearly 2 am. i am neck deep in a hyperfixation i've had since i was 6, same time sp came into my life for good.

i am, in my mind, rolling around on AU ideas and really. REALLY debating on it.

[misc-obeyme]

Do you think Barbatos has only clothed he doesn't wear anymore, like from an old phase or something?

I have two thoughts with this:

1. Old Barbatos phases? Yes please.

I think it's pretty widely accepted that if the character designs were good, Barbatos would be goth. So hypothetically, he would have had a basic phase, but he was also never a child, so who knows?

2. Sewing

I would absolutely take Barbatos' old clothes and cut them up into something new. I'd walk up to him, and he'd be like, "Is that my old shirt?"

It's like wearing your partner's clothes, but better because it's your style now, and reusing old things is good 🤠👍

I love everything about this. Not only are reusing old things and wearing your partner's clothes, but this idea also accommodates the idea that you and your partner might have drastically different body types. This way it doesn't matter because you're repurposing their old clothes into something that does fit you. And I love that, personally!

Unless he was joking that one time, it's pretty widely accepted as canon that Barb was never a child. But that doesn't mean he didn't still grow and adapt and age. He isn't aging physically perhaps, unless he wants to maybe. But he's still aging mentally and emotionally, so I think it's perfectly plausible that he's been through many fashion phases.

I would also think that his fashion would have changed with the times. He might have old outfits that were inspired by stuff from the human world, maybe doing stuff like wearing togas and other such garments from various locations in the world. Then add in the changing fashions of the Devildom itself and yeah... you could probably find some intriguing things in that old demon's closet lol.

Then again, Barbatos also seems like he's not super attached to things, so it's possible that he didn't keep all the clothes he's worn throughout the years. I could see him thinking there's too much clutter and getting rid of things regularly.

Perhaps that's what he did until Asmo came on the scene. He regularly sneaks into the castle to steal Barb's old clothes to keep in his own labyrinth of a closet lol. Barb lets him because it's just one less thing to worry about.

[nenoname]

still thinking about how the commentary said that ford recognising stan's intelligence is more important to him than getting an apology.....

stan's hopes for their reunion being ford telling him that he wasn't stupid and that their dad was wrong about him....

[yellowfingcr]

What is the worst thing Heysel has ever done with magic?

// Sometimes you’re a darkwalker knighted by the onyx lord who taught you in first place how to pull and weave magic to access the interstices between realities, in-betweens in which lies just an endless nothing less than nothing fundamentally averse to the concept of you existing in any manner and so being, and so having things like a body, or a mind, or time, or history, or any shred no matter how small of proof that in fact could provide an answer to the question who are you, all in the name (at its most basic use) of traversing long spaces very very quick. Sometimes the crux of the entire spell is less about cutting the skin of the world to access this horrible place and far more about cloaking yourself in spell so that preservation of information can happen, even when it shouldn’t, and so permitting to darkwalk, and be like an astronaut who walks past the event horizon’s edge and emerges unscathed. Sometimes you know that so this is about the possibility for conversation, not certainty of successful persuasion. The void might yet try to argue you are never to leave this place for you are not a thing that is real. But at least you have made yourself a fine padding of math and sorcery and all the resources a darkwalker like yourself has, and so you might yet state that you are real, and you wish to go. 

Sometimes you know that to excise that armor component from the spell means that the astronaut goes past the event horizon and the black hole swallows them without ifs or buts to be raised. Enter the portal naked of magic like that and no conversation will happen at all, and you won’t happen again. And sometimes you may think about the spectacular cruelty of it. Every layer of you just pointed at and told no and no and no, no to your flesh, no to the atomic bonds of you, no to your history, and no to you. Just a final last no, total and indifferent to your pleas and proof. Then silence. 

But sometimes you think that someone deserves this, and you grasp them bodily like wounded deer and drag them towards the portal open and sighing with magic, and blood draws a steady path along their passage like an inverse carpet for kings, unrolling not in welcome but for leaving. They are Tarnished, aren’t they? They will come back by divine want. But does the voice of god reach where not one thing exists? Does anyone yet know?

Sometimes your name is Heysel, who was Goldfinch, and you excise that part of the spell, and throw the body inside the portal. 

[asjjohnson]

I had a thought in October about what if, in the TUE episode, Danny returning to his time was more complicated than just finding Vlad.

I made a gif out of a little sketch story thing I've made based on that thought (it's part one, out of... two? three? I haven't finished it yet so I'm not sure. But I thought this was a good place to stop for the gif.)

The story starts during the episode, right after the older Vlad removes the fused time medallion. The basic thought is that Danny doesn't make it to Vlad soon enough (plus I have some fun with an idea that the medallions have different models).

(The only way I know to start the gif over is to refresh the page. Oh, but first try clicking on the gif.)

Under the cut are the still pictures, as well as a written version. (...I 've spent too much time on this.)

Here's the still pictures.

And here's a written form. (...I'm not good at only giving the words with basic description. It was nearly unreadable that way. So I tried storyifying it. Just a little bit. It includes actions that are implied in the images but not specifically shown.)

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Within Vlad's cave, in the future, Danny Phantom asks, "It didn’t work?"

Several feet away from him, the older Vlad stares down at the time medallion—still in the palm of the gauntlet he'd used to pull it out of Danny.

The medallion has a central piece with an entwined letter 'C' and 'W'. Above this, in fine print, are the words 'Back' and 'Forward', with corresponding arrows pointing counterclockwise and clockwise. And, below the C/W logo, are the words '10yr model'.

"…Perhaps something had happened…" Vlad says, "causing you to no longer be recognized by your time."

"But Sam and Tucker made it back just fine!" Danny says in confusion.

However, Danny doesn't give Vlad time to come up with any theories. "My future self is in the past, trying to force this future to happen. I need to get back to my time before it’s too late."

Vlad gives Danny a pitying look. "My boy, it may already be too late."

"No. I can’t accept that." Danny walks over to Vlad, raising one hand, palm up. "Here, let me see the medallion." Vlad drops the medallion into Danny's awaiting palm.

Danny looks at the back side of the medallion, saying, "If he was able to use one to go to my time, then I can, too."

The back of the medallion is undesigned smooth metal, but it's engraved with instructions. It reads, "Time anchor and travel device combination. Single use. Up to ten years forward or back. Simply remove to return to own time." And, beneath that, "Please recycle."

Danny puts the medallion around his neck and twists the front face counterclockwise, saying to himself, "I better turn it as far as it will go."

Before he even lets go of the medallion's face, a swirling bubble encompasses him, and then the bubble fades away.

Danny turns to look at the scenery. He's still in the cave—he sees the same cave formations—but, while there used to be a large, desk-like computer console and some lab equipment, now there's only a blank cave wall, and no sign of Vlad. "I guess it worked," he says. Then he flies through the cave.

A while later, after flying all the way to Amity Park, Danny hovers in the air, over the place the Nasty Burger used to be. Now there is only a large scorchmark, and a bewildered-looking version of Danny Fenton sitting in the middle of it.

"Oh no, I didn’t get here in time."

Danny has gone exactly ten years into the past, along the timeline he had started from. (In the corresponding sketch, this information is given by a narration rectangle that reads, "Exactly 10 yrs earlier in original timeline." ...Although that's not exactly true because it was exactly ten years when he first appeared in the cave, and it took time to get from Wisconsin to Amity Park. But the point is that Danny hadn't traveled far enough back in time to reach the intersection of the two timelines.)

Danny flies away, saying, "There must be a way to go farther back!"

The version of Danny Fenton left sitting on the scorched ground thinks, "Maybe I should move in with Vlad."

Some time later, Danny is flying through the Ghost Zone.

"I have no idea what the outside of Clockwork’s lair looks like. I’ll just need to trust I’ll know it when I see it."

Around him are floating doors and swirling patterns, as well as some kind of gear-themed castle that Danny has already passed (it's Clockwork's lair).

Danny turns his head. He doesn't notice the Fenton Boomerang approaching from the other side.

The Boomerang hits him in the back of the head.

"Ow!" Danny grabs the Boomerang and rubs his head. He scolds it like a disobedient pet, saying, "I look away for one second."

"Look," Danny orders, and uses his other hand to reach into his pocket, pulling out Jazz's note and unfolding it with a jerk of his wrist, "I already have one."

He throws the Boomerang. "Go find past me—or the me in the future? Whatever."

The note slips out of his hand.

"No!" He spins around, reaching for it.

"What are you doing way out here, Baby Pop?"

Danny pauses on hearing the voice.

He turns toward the voice and sees a maliciously grinning Ember McClain. "Ember? I don’t have time for this!"

"Well, you better make time. How about some killer volume?" Ember strums her guitar, and a spiral of energy shoots toward Danny.

"I seriously don’t have time! But you want volume? Fine! How’s thiiis?!" He transitions into his Ghostly Wail.

The Wail overpowers Ember's attack and blasts her through the air. She's pushed onto a chunk of floating ground.

The Wail ends, and Ember looks up in surprise and fear. There's a thin stream of ectoplasm leaking from the corner of her mouth. She puts a hand to her mouth and pulls it back to see ectoplasm on her palm.

Then she glares up at Danny. She coughs, and hoarsely says, "I won’t forget this."

Danny's just as horrified as she was. Wide-eyed, he subconsciously leans back, but also reaches a hand toward her in concern. "Wait, I didn’t mean to…"

But then he drops his hand and looks away, his expression hardening. "Never mind. Once I return to the right time, this will never have happened."

Assuming Jazz's note is a lost cause by now, he flies off, leaving Ember on the chunk of rock.

An unknown time later, Danny is in the Ghost Zone, hovering in place. He now has Jazz's headband tied to his belt, and he reaches a hand toward it, and rubs the material between his fingers. He says, "Jazz… Everyone… I’ll find my way back to you."

The camera moves upward until Danny's shoulder and half of his head is visible. His hair is a little longer now, and the shoulder part of his outfit is different. He continues, "No matter how long it takes."

[synister-art]

A quick portal through the bathroom and we're other to beat up yet another akuma

fanart of @princess-of-the-corner 's take on Horse!Chloe called Nightmare! I love any design that breaks the confines of the "designated" color pallette for a kwami because come on! You really think magical kids would settle for a set color pallette when they can go hog wild? Nahhhhh

This is also a reference to the latest chapter of Lady Luck (which yall should go read!!! I'm on my like, third or fourth reread its fantastic) ((you could also argue that this works for Double Trouble, but shhhh))

[bluerosefox]

Timelines, Red Robins, and Kings

When Tim Drake, who was tossed in the Pits after losing his spleen, suddenly crash lands in Clockworks Tower during Danny's Ghost King lessons, all the time keeper says with a 'I know more than you' smile "Ah, so it's this timeline being played out. How fun this will be. Danny, come. I have a new... friend for you to meet."

"CW...." Danny starts, staring unbelievable at his Ghost King mentor before sighing "Why are you like this?"

"Hush now my King. You will thank me later for the introduction between you both but for now summon forth Frostbite, we'll need his medical expertise for this one "

[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episodes 5-25 and 5-26: The Ladybug Miraculous: Monarch Fucking Wins

This is it, Luigi.

Summer, the season of freedom.

Now there's tourists!?

Wait, did that kid just dab? This really is 2016!

Kagami's fucking pissed

Oh right. This plan. It's a good plan, very evil.

Wait, it hit Adrien and Kagami as well!? What the hell was the point of locking them up in there, then!? Monarch, you idiot!

I like the Ladybug-Motorcylcist-Knight fit, honestly. It could use some smoothing but the concept is cool. Same with the recycled assets from Weredad. Not fond of the repainted Dragon Fang, though.

Don't worry, Marinette. He's also Monarch!

So are those meant to be nightmare flashbacks? They give me more migraine vibes.

Purple-skinned Chat Blanc

And now Adrien becomes useless for the finale. I'm hoping that it becomes the exact opposite in the season 6 finale.

The end of the world.

High as shit on Adrigami

Yes! Mylene keeping up!

Oh. Never mind then.

Yes! Kill!

Goodbye, Nathalie.

Really? I know everyone's doped-up but Ladybug and Chat Noir would not fucking say or do that.

Oh hey! Alya's using her brain!

Skinny-ass mass-produced model

Man, everyone got past that stuff fast.

Oh, wait. They're still here.

Same-ass model

Same-ass lines

The final battle.

She's immune, the shapeshifter.

Get his ass! Get his ass! Get his ass!

Yes! Rose!

Everyone's back for the finale.

The monologuing

Quickly! Take more given the chance! Or just cataclysm him! The world will understand! He has it coming!

Oh right. The Buffalo now?

Well at least the show remembered Luka and Juleka are siblings.

Also I must admit I do like Knight Owl's new form.

"I miss my wife, Marinette. I miss her a lot."

GET!

HIS!

ASS!

Yoink his last rings too. Just in case.

Treachery.

Honestly their true forms are too long and humanoid for my tastes. Give me some biblically accurate angels and eldritch horrors.

Yep. There goes all of reality. Everyone is dead.

This is nice. Too nice.

Well, at least it's a city you don't need a car for.

He got a statue of himself. He won. He fucking won.

MATHS

Hm. Seems a little bit too freeform for me. Are we sure it'll work?

Oh god he's doing the thing Gabriel Agreste did.

The song is in minor key, I think. It's sinister. The world is fake.

Yeah, it changed the world alright.

The gang's back, but at what cost?

And there's the cliffhanger. Something happening to Lila.

Alright. I don't think that was meant to be a good thing in and out of universe. Monarch betrayed Bug Noire. The ending felt overall unsatisfying. Something happened to Lila right at the end. The London Special including someone managing to do a wish. Marinette's grown a strong sense of justice. She'd tell Adrien who Monarch was if she could. And possibly even more. If Chloe is meant to be so irredeemable, then what was the point of her showing self-loathing issues back in Maledictator? And why was Felix allowed to get away with far worse? If Marinette is supposed to be so flawed and make a mistake every episode to learn from, then why is this show enabling her stalking so much? And why doesn't that show follow that exactly? If this is meant to be such a baby's show, why is it so in-depth and serialized like a show for far older kids? I don't think we can trust a word Thomas Astruc says. TV show creators can lie and misdirect us. It's happened before with Gravity Falls. Something's up. Something's not right. And hopefully Season 6 will explain and resolve it.

[canibalistic-brownie]

I have to keep reminding myself that none of y'all know me in real life and even if you think what I'm writing is cringe, its not for you, its for me. But h-h-h-h-holy shit is it hard to get out of that mindset of anxiously wondering what other people will think of your writing the entire time.